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Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Jacques Brel: La chanson des vieux amants (Mon merveilleux amour)

I had beautiful day at work. While working, I was listening to French chansons. There are so many beautiful ones.

Of
course we have had our storms
Twenty years of love is strong love
You packed your bags a thousand times.
I flew the coop a thousand times.
And every piece of furniture, remembers,
in this cradleless room,
the bolts of old thunderstorms
Nothing resembles anything anymore.
You lost the flow of the stream,
and , the zest for the conquest..

I
know all of your mystic charms,
You know all of my enchantments
You kept me from trap to snare,
I lost you from time to time
Of course, you took a few lovers.
one must pass the time.
the body must of course exult.
But in the end, in the end,
We needed much talent to get old,
without becoming adults...

The
longer time accompanies us,
The more Time torments us
But is it not the worst trap
to live in Peace as Lovers?
Of course, you don't cry as early
My heart is torn a bit later,
We protect our secrets a bit less.
We leave a little less to chance,
we are suspicious of the water flow
But it is still the sweet war